It was awesome always having enough energy drinks on hoof. And Dash did, thanks to a friend she’d made while looking around for someplace to live after flight school. His name was Wilbert and he had been studying bio-chemistry when they’d met.
Wilbert was surprisingly meek for a minotaur, often trying to hide behind her much smaller frame when encountering problems. That didn’t work, of course, though it wasn’t helped in the least by his entirely red complexion. Dash had given him an ideal and an idea. And he, in turn, had given her a lifetime supply of sports drinks.